A Look, A Look Away

Words wait, waver, never awake Speech sprints to the start Stutter, stop, a look, a look away A dream deigned, designed another day Another pause draws a troubled breath A look, a look away, but hey Zones zigged, not zagged, always dragged Backs bring back the blank brain Mutter, no never matters, words in tatters No eyes, dies, cries, a mouth full of flies Flies fixed flapping wings in a windpipe A question, quiet, not querulous, just faint “Oh how quaint,” a mouth full of paint Another restraint, a rain full of taint Pitter-patter, more words in tatters Shakes, shots, no shimmering, shame A look, a look away

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